Lost Creek Hollow We're moving to

His tail wagged when she agreed to let him help, and he listened carefully as she explained what she was doing. Patrolling—that sounded familiar; he couldn't quite remember what it meant, though. But she continued to speak, answering his silent question. Trespassed—he definitely knew that word. How do you know if someone trespasses? Pheiros asked. And, what do you do if you find a trespasser? His questions came one after the other, his thrist for knowledge apparent.

He nodded at her question. Um, well, I know that you're not supposed to cross them if they're not yours, he answered, tail wagging a little. He liked knowing things.